Luyện nghe bài hát Spare Parts I

Well, the dawn cracked hard like a bull-whip
'Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the before
And it shook out the
As the stew bums up like bounced checks
Rubbin' necks

And the sky turned the of Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, and the parking lots
My old sport coat full of notes
And a from a late night motel

The hawk had his whole family out there, in the
And he got a for you to beware
Kickin' your ass in, in a fashion
Dishin' out more than a good man can

And I got untied, my shirt-tail's out
Ain't got a ghost of a with this old romance
an apartment for rent, down the block
And Ivar Theater with live
Man, the manager's with his feet on the desk
Boom, boom, against the curtain, you're hurtin', ay, ay

And then push came to shove and shove to biff
Girls that just lay you out stiff
I'll go to Cleveland
And you know, get me a tattoo or
My lives there

And it's a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt
Was that a

Yeah, it's Liz Taylor and Cliff
on to the broads with the same ol' riff, yeah
"Hey baby, why don't you up to my place?
We'll listen to some smooth on the stereo"
"No, you", she said
"You got any Stan records?"
'No man, I got Brothers"

So I combed my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
I my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my legs
Yeah, I got designs on a violation

Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the
And it's gettin' cold
It's colder than a bitch, wolf dog with nine suckin' pups
Pullin' a number 4 trap up a hill in the dead of
In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine

Well, I need you, baby
You see, it's a well fact, you know
I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're
I'm you're gone 'cause I'm finally alone
Glad you're gone but I you'd come home
Yeah, and I out of bed

'Cause the dawn was hard, just like a bull-whip
And it wasn't takin' no lip from the night
Yeah, as it shook out the
And the stew bums showed up just bounced checks
their necks

And the sky turned the color of
And my old sport coat full of notes
And the hawk had his whole out there, in the wind
He got a message for you to

your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
He'll be dishin' out more than a good man can
Well, take it to Bakersfield
Get a apartment somewhere